Page 61 of Brutal Bratva King

“We did work up a good appetite with the dancing—and other things—“ I nuzzle my face into her neck, and she giggles, trying to wiggle away from me.

“I’ll make us some coffee. But I think we slept quite late. We should get going soon.”

Anya sits up, her hair wild around her face, hanging over her shoulder. She looks gorgeous. “I wonder how Ruslana is feeling this morning.”

“Like she deserves to feel,” I huff, brushing a strand of hair away from Anya’s eyes. “Thank you again, for everything you did for her last night.”

She shrugs.

“Stop talking so much and bring me that coffee you promised.” I love the cheeky grin that spreads across her face.

I grab her waist and tickle her until she begs me to stop—laughing so hard she might start crying.

“Fine. Coffee,” I chuckle, climbing out of bed.

“I thought they wanted to keep the gender of the baby a secret?”

“I guess they changed their minds.” I shrug as Anya and I walk towards the front door of Oleg and Raisa’s mansion. “Or they just needed a good excuse to throw a party and get everyone together again.”

She laughs, slipping her arm through mine.

The door opens just as I reach out for the handle and Roman is standing there, giving us a judgmental look, up and down our bodies with a sour expression on his face.

“You guys are late,” he snaps.

I glance at my wristwatch. “No, we really aren’t.”

He chuckles. “I’m kidding. But the party has already started.”

We walk into the house and a waiter immediately hands us each a glass of champagne. Roman’s cheeks look tinted from champagne already. “How long have you been here?” I ask curiously.

“Over an hour. Rigor didn’t read the message right and we got here early,” he chuckles.

“Dumbass,” I laugh, following him through the house into the garden which is set up with pink and blue balloons everywhere and bright flowers.

Raisa rushes over to us, pulling Anya and me into a group hug. “Yay, you guys are here. I don’t know why so many people came early. But anyway—oh good, you’ve got a drink.” She is hyper-excited.

I chuckle and grab her shoulders, forcing her to look at me. “Take a deep breath.” I grin.

She does and when I have her slightly calmer, I ask, “Do you and Oleg know the gender of your baby yet? Or are we all finding out today?”

She turns to point at a giant silver balloon. “We are all going to find out at the same time when we explode that thing.”

Raisa gets distracted when someone calls her name. “I’ll chat with you guys later,” she says, then disappears again.

“I’m going to say hello to my brothers,” Anya says.

She steps away from me and I quickly pull her back. Pressing my lips against hers, I whisper, “Don’t be gone long, princess.” She grins, her cheeks flushing pink, then she hurries away. I watch her hips sway in the tight blue jeans she is wearing. The white cotton crop top teasing me with a hint of skin visible around her waist.

Damn.

I just want to drag her back into my bed.

I can’t stop thinking about how incredible it was.

She is fucking amazing.

“Hey, man. Are you going to drink that girly drink, or do you want a whisky?” Rad asks, holding a glass towards me. I chuckle. “Whisky, thanks,” I say, taking it from him.

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